Poem

A poem on a recent morning while sitting on the boardwalk of Gooch's Beach in Kennebunk, ME.

A seagull screams and
the waves hum
like my mother did
as she rocked me
off to sleep. I wish
the soft breeze, 
that tickles
the back of my neck,
would last forever. 
I wish the salt air
would cleanse my soul
and heal my wounds. Deep
inside I'm still needing 
repair. You soothe me
when you touch my lips
with yours. Skin as soft
as the finest sand
in between my toes.